shame spiral
the ferocious pain tears at my heart. another sidelong glance and another salty drip on the pieces lying broken at my feet. i wanted to see how far it would bend... yet it is i, crying, alone, suffering from the shattered shards. if i could pick them up it would be so easy, it wouldn't hurt this much. but every touch is a sick pain, and every tear shed is futile. i have forgotten if i am sobbing because it's broken, or because i broke it. sick shame swamps my head and i lie awake at night in a cloud of shrewd pity. as sorrow slowly sinks beneath the dried brine on my cheeks, a ray of light filters in through the throes of agony. swollen eyes search the soul for the illustrious flash, but alas, perhaps it was just my reflection.
